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So, uh bear with me, this is my first (ish) fic. So uh, happy reading! :D -Mika
I walked into detention, face burning with embarrassment. 6 boys were already in the room. One with caramel hair looked smug, looking like he just told a joke. This theory was further supported by a blonde laughing, face scrunched with a smile.
A small black haired boy in the corner looked upset, guilty even. Another boy who could pass as his twin if not for the age difference was standing coldly off to the side with a dark skinned boy. A dirty blonde was right in the middle of everything, sitting on a desk looking triumph and grinning.
Only the two in the corner noticed my arrival. The darker skinned one gave me a glare while the others blue eyes examined me critically. Before either could say anything, the boy in he middle of all the commotion noticed me and looked at me curiously.
Everybody else stopped at looked at me. I flushed even deeper. "Hi. " I squeaked, causing the boys to unfreeze back into action. He jumped off the desk and spread his hands
"Welcome to hell. Im Lucifer, that's Gabe, Cas, Uriel, Michael and Balthazar" he said, pointing to the joker, the kid in the corner, the dark skinned one, the critical one, and the blonde. Balthazar grinned, gave a mock bow, and kissed the back of my hand. Michael gave a curt nod, and Uriel mirrored him. Gabe grinned, giving me a wink. Cas said nothing, but came over nonetheless.
He asked me something in French. I grinned and answered back happily. Looking slightly shocked, he continued the conversation. (Cas is italics and the person who's name you will learn later is bold) Hello? Hello! You speak French? Evidently I do. He smiled and grinned Oh this is amazing! Nobody else I know can speak this! Well now you have me. "Well you two are having a moment. " The rest of the people were watching in fascination when Lucifer gave a wise crack. So they have no clue what we are saying? I asked Nope. Do you only speak French? No, I speak English too. Cool. Gabe has nice eyes. Yeah. "Can you stop?" Gabriel asked nervously. I shrugged "Sure. " Now the detention lady came in, glaring at the six men, pausing on me. "Did these boys drag you into their mess?" She asked, glare softening.
"No, I dragged myself down into my own mess." I noticed she had a slight French accent, which came out on her d's. Hmm "I am slightly uncomfortable with the amount of men in this room." I said in French. Her face lit up as she responded. "Another French lady! How nice to meet you!" She replied
Ahhh! Cringey ending I'm sorry. But, comment any edits and feedback and all that jazz. Hugs and kisses, -Mika. :3
